Get Knocked Down Get Uup Again
I Get Knocked Down (Just I Get Up Again): The Refrain of 2020
This year keeps delivering its hits, and July has been no exception (at least for me). The adept news is that with these blows comes the opportunity to grow and learn. Between a house fire and a laid up horse, I am being afforded plenty of chances for growth.
2020 has been a hell of a twelvemonth. Betwixt multiple global crises and, like, life in general, we're stuck in this never-catastrophe bike of suck. Every bit I sit here sipping my coffee and reflecting on the past sevenish months, Chumbawamba's 1997 song "Tubthumping" keeps coming to my listen unbidden (also, I was today years old when I learned the name of the vocal was "Tubthumping" and not "I Get Knocked Down"):
I get knocked down, but I get upwards over again
You are never gonna continue me downwardly
I get knocked downwardly, but I get upward again
You are never gonna keep me downwards
I get knocked down, but I get up once again
You are never gonna keep me downwardly
I get knocked downwards, but I go up again
Yous are never gonna continue me downward
Truthfully, it was just that portion of the vocal that kept popping upward in my caput. When I looked up the lyrics, I was surprised to realize that refrain makes upwardly about one-half the vocal. Then I realized that the song evenmore fitting for 2020 because, well, we keep getting hit with wave after moving ridge, right?
(If yous tin can zoom in on the pictures in this Instagram post, I recommend it. It's worth it.)
Looking at the rest of the lyrics, they're not unsuited to this year either:
He drinks a Whiskey drinkable, he drinks a Vodka drink
He drinks a Lager drink, he drinks a Cider drink
He sings the songs that remind him of the good times
He sings the songs that remind him of the all-time times
Maybe not then much the part about singing songs, just definitely the part near drinking. I mean, 2020 has been a hell of a twelvemonth, correct?
And just to add together some more whine to the state of affairs, I've had a couple of personal things popular upwards that are keeping life … interesting. Three weeks agone, my house caught fire. Y'all. My. House. Caught. Burn down. On my husband's birthday.
The scene when I arrived at my house. Photograph by DeAnn Long Sloan.
Fortunately no flames were bursting through the roof, but they did have to saw into my slate roof to detect the source of the fire. Photograph past DeAnn Long Sloan.
To exist off-white, other than not having a fire, we are actually truly lucky. My husband, kids and dog were outside in the lawn. I was at the bar similar the expert mother I am. The kids smelled something and the neighbor saw fume, so my hubby was able to react rapidly by flipping the main breaker (it was an electrical fire) and the neighbors called 911 right abroad. Multiple burn departments were preparation at a park nearby, so they arrived within 5 minutes. The fire was controlled and zippo was actually burnt other than some joists and insulation in our attic.
Burnt spray foam insulation and … other stuff. Photo by DeAnn Long Sloan.
But, the fire started in the attic, so to make sure information technology did not spread, the fire departments did an admirable job of locating the source and dousing it with water. A lot of h2o. And the source was in the attic… higher up the 3rd flooring. The laws of physics tell us that what goes up must come down, and come downwardly the water did… all the way to the basement. Then even though not much burned and the smoke damage is minimal, the h2o damage is extensive enough to ensure that nosotros're out of the business firm for the foreseeable future and that a fair amount of mitigation, demolition and rebuilding volition be happening.
My 3rd floor afterwards some demolition. Photo by DeAnn Long Sloan.
My bedroom afterward some demolition. Photo by DeAnn Long Sloan.
The expert news is that everyone is condom and healthy. Even the cat, who appeared the day after the fire afterwards hiding who-knows-where.
Toothless the Wonder Cat (real name is Moana), safety, sound and clearly thrilled. Photo by DeAnn Long Sloan.
It doesn't seem that we lost anything irreplaceable (and fifty-fifty if we did, information technology's only stuff, right?) and we have skilful insurance. It may have taken a fire to make it happen, but my basement is organized, my floors volition exist refinished and someone else is washing and folding all of my laundry (since I accept a husband, three immature childrenand I'grand an equestrian, this is no pocket-sized thing). I think at that place were fifty-fifty a couple of horse coolers and my chinks that got taken to be cleaned. Silvery linings, right?
So, as my family unit and I take been navigating the burn down and everything it entails, a pre-existing concern became more of an outcome. Mac, my six-year-sometime off-track Thoroughbred (JC Rightful Goddess) had come up in lame the week before the burn. Seeing some diagonal lameness (right front end to left hind), I put her on stall residual. To brand the example interesting, at that place was no obvious swelling or heat, but I put a continuing wrap on the right front anyway, rubbed down her hind end with some liniment (every bit the issue appeared to be upwards loftier), gave her some Bute and called the vet. The vet couldn't make it out to do a total lameness exam until the following week and, as it wasn't urgent, I continued the course of action I was already taking and waited for the vet.
Over the class of the next few days there was some minor comeback (the hind finish lameness subsided and the front correct lameness appeared to be in the foot), but my horse certainly wasn't sound. So in she stayed, with a standing wrap and hoof wrap in case it was a really bad abscess. My mare is not known for her stoicism, then it was non out of the realm of possibility that an abscess would cause this extreme of a reaction.
Hoping for an abscess. Photograph by DeAnn Long Sloan.
Then the burn happened (read to a higher place), my friend and barn manager took over my mare's care for a couple of days while I regrouped, the same form of action ensued and I waited for the vet.
What seemed like an eternity later (only it was really just a week and some), the vet made information technology out. Even though I had made an appointment with the intention of doing a total lameness work upwardly, information technology was quite apparent that the upshot was in the right front end. Later on blocking the foot both medially and laterally, the lameness became less pronounced but did not become away. And then, not an abscess. Damn.
Mac, sedated and playing a balancing game on the wooden blocks post-obit her x-ray. Photograph by DeAnn Long Sloan.
Allow me back up: I don't typically call the vet every time I think my horse has an abscess. Normally I treat it like an abscess (liberally apply an epsom common salt poultice to the foot, diaper it, vet wrap it and duct record information technology,) maybe talk to the farrier and move on after information technology drains. However, this year has been marked by a lot of small problems that accept kept my mare laid up more frequently than not. I decided to be washed with it and simply practise a total piece of work up. Yet, that was derailed by the obvious issue with the front right leg during this vet visit. After all, you can't do a total lameness work up if there is an acute event that needs to exist addressed in the moment.
Anyway, back to the result at hand. Following the cake, we sedated Mac and took radiographs (I say "nosotros," but allow'southward exist honest — my vet did all the work while I held a lead rope and watched). My back was turned away from the computer when my vet pulled up the films on the screen. I heard her say "Well, that's interesting."
That'due south never a good sign.
The Ten-ray indicated that Mac has a hairline fracture in her front correct pastern. Great.
There's the fracture… Photo by DeAnn Long Sloan.
The good news is that information technology is a fracture and it will heal with proper rehab. More proficient news is that in that location seems to exist piffling damage to the ligaments and tendons. I had my vet do an ultrasound to make certain considering if at that place is extensive soft tissue damage that will affect our futurity more profoundly than a fracture e'er could.
So, for now, Mac is on stall rest with a no-bow quilt and vet wrap on the right (fractured) leg and a no-bow and continuing wrap on the left leg for back up. As of right now I haven't wrapped her hind legs because her ceaseless stall walking keeps her from getting stocked up. She's on anti-inflammatories and all the hay she tin eat. The vet will be doing a recheck in a few weeks and we will move forward from at that place.
As I navigate my mode through my mare's rehabilitation, I will be offering regular updates with some burn down drama thrown in for proficient measure. And, lest I seem like I am feeling besides pitiful for myself, let me say that I am very aware of how fortunate I am. My family and pets are safe and mostly good for you. I accept been afforded the opportunity to REALLY organize my firm and purge it of unnecessary stuff (of which there was a lot), examine what is necessary and what is not and to rethink my approach to my goals with my horse.
I go knocked downward, only I go upwardly once more…
Maybe information technology's time for the Whiskey drink or Vodka beverage. Onward and upward.
Source: https://www.horsenation.com/2020/07/22/i-get-knocked-down-but-i-get-up-again-the-refrain-of-2020/
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